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XXXII
SURSUM CORDA
The exaltation of the heart takes place after many purgations.
Secret Song
O sad voice, singing close at hand,Thy words we may not understand!
But strangely full and sweet art thou;
And thou dost soothe, we know not how.
Perchance thy low refrain reveals,
In sorrow's deeps, the well which heals.
A great pity must surge for ever in the soul of the illuminated man towards all motions and yearnings of Nature, so full of impassioned endeavour, so full of the sense of loss and inability.
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